familiar path, at least that's what the arrow said, but these rocks and twigs and feetprint are not the ones i made too long ago, but the grass here is green, and soft, and nice to walk on, the path is gentle, if a little sloped, and there are flowers along the way to smell, there are park benches to rest the shoulders and feet, for the journey ahead, it isn't the path i walked before, the rocks don't cut my feet, the branches splayed down into my eyes, scratching and raking across my face, leaving scars and bloodied tissue, but no, this is better, if anything, there were two paths that started as one, and i guess i backtracked, found myself at the fork again, but this time the path went not like the first. and i am happy.
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